Poem • October 1, 1998

she feels like picasso
but she’s lost her paint brush
 unable to sing
 unable to scream
unable to speak her mind

she feels like this:
 #%G# G%$G%$#@ $%G%*!
 #@$$ %G$%# $#$%G!
and she likes it!

she feels like bottled soda
 popping and fizzing
 and looking for someone to drink her in
  to look past the bottle and bright label
and see her


Originally published in Intentions: The Underground Literary Magazine #2.

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